"One hundred thousand gold coins?"
Noah snickered, "It turns out that your life is not worth much!"
The head of the nine wolf killers, dressed in iron armor and holding a huge sword, said fiercely, "Boy, one hundred thousand gold coins are enough. I advise you not to be too greedy, or you will be killed!"
"Rex! How dare you! My life is still in the hands of this young man. Get out of here!"
At the same time, a magic snow blade flew over!
Wilson, who ranked second among the nine killing wolves, wore a black robe and held a wooden stick with a curly head. He was also a rare mage.
"Level-3 magic, sand tornado dragon!"
As he chanted and waved a magic stick, a gust of sand rose from the ground, and a wind dragon was born. The powerful wind dragon immediately devoured the incoming snow blades.
Wilson roared with his cane, "Who are you? Show up!"